Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Huxley

AMbrOSE IS DEEP inside Glory as he holds her from behind, spooning her. They each have a hand on my cock where I lay in front of her, kissing her with passion as we build her up again toward a third orgasm. Ambrose’s hand tightens around the base of my cock as his jaw tenses, as his muscles grow rigid, as he fucks her with jerking, panting thrusts.

Glory moans into my mouth and the vibration of her sound is incredible. It shakes straight through me, making my cock twitch in their hands.

“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips. “Fuck, I need inside you.”

They let go of me while Ambrose nudges her forward against my chest, shifting behind her, then rising to one knee. I grab her leg and lift it over mine as he fucks her from behind, hard and fast. Glory wraps her arms around me, hugging me close, and I feel the warmth spread from her heart to mine as they beat together, pounding out a pulsing rhythm of need.

“Come inside me,” she whispers. “I want you both to come inside me.”

I let my hand slip down her side, roam over her hip, and slip over her ass. I grip her cheek and pull, spreading her wide for him. “Can you take him here? Take us both at the same time?”

She shudders, kissing my neck. “Yes. Please, yes.”

Ambrose pulls out suddenly and tears her away from me. She gasps but doesn’t fight as he twists her around to face him, switching our positions. “I’ll hurt her if I fuck her there,” Ambrose says to me. “She’s too fucking tight. I’ll lose control.”

“And you don’t think I will?” I rub my finger down the crease between her cheeks as she hitches her leg over Ambrose. I feel around until I find the puckered hole and circle it with my finger, making Glory jolt and squeeze her leg tighter around Ambrose. “Do you like that?”

She doesn’t respond with words, only a fervent nod as she turns her head back to look at me over her shoulder. I kiss her cheek, trailing down her neck and over her shoulder as Ambrose reaches between their bodies. He grabs his cock, lines it up, and enters her pussy again. Her eyes flutter shut and her lips part—so pink and perfect and sensual.

I reach down to gather wetness from her cunt, to soak my fingers and spread it around her back entrance. I ease into her with my finger, pushing slowly inside her and circling, preparing her to take me. It’s not long before she’s panting and twitching, her body begging for more. I gradually pull my finger out, and line up my cock to enter her as Ambrose holds steady, waiting for me to join him inside her.

I push in slowly as he grabs her cheek, turning her head toward his. He kisses her deeply, drawing her in like she’s his last gulp of air before sinking beneath water. Watching him kiss her like that, and seeing the way she responds, causes a pleasant yet painful tightening in my stomach. There’s a twinge of jealousy in my gut, but it’s slight—slight enough for me to ignore.

Her body resists as I push into her, the hole tightening as I wedge myself just a little deeper. She gasps, breaking her kiss with Ambrose, and turns her head back again to look at me.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

Her gorgeous green eyes grab hold of mine. “It doesn’t hurt…I like it.”

Fuck me.

It feels like a privilege to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. It is a privilege—one I don’t ever want to sully. Though I want to shove inside her and fuck her until she begs me to make her come again, I ease my way in with care, giving her time to adjust because Ambrose and I are stretching her in a way she’s probably never been stretched before.

Past a certain point, her inner muscles grab hold of me, grip me, and tug me in to the hilt. The three of us groan because we all feel it…we all feel the way she grips us both.

“God,” she breathes out, turning toward Ambrose and burying her face in his chest. “God, this is so good. So, so good.”

I give Ambrose a quick nod and he starts to move again, gently pushing in and out of her. Glory moans as her back arches, as her head rolls on the pillow and her eyes flutter in the pleasure of it all. If I could put that look on her face every fucking day, I would. The way I want her is desperate and forever.

I slowly start to move with Ambrose, thrusting in unison to give her the ultimate thrill. But as our eyes lock on each other, I know the thrill isn’t just for her—and it isn’t just because of her. All of this, the three of us together, it’s because of him. It’s because we stumbled across him out here in the middle of nowhere.

Would anything have happened between me and Glory if we hadn’t found our way here? If we hadn’t found Ambrose? Is he the reason Glory is in my arms right now?

I feel a sense of gratitude wash over me as he stares at me over Glory. Like glue, she’s the substance between us, the thing that draws us together and keeps us here in this place. I was ready to leave when he let us go, but she begged to stay.

She fought to stay.

And I stayed because of her.

Maybe I’ll come to regret it later, but in this perfect moment where I feel complete acceptance and adoration, I’m happy she fought for this.

Ambrose reaches for me over Glory, his hand landing on my cheek, his fingers combing through my hair, tugging me closer. We both lift our heads and our lips meet above Glory’s twitching body, kissing above her whimpers and moans as we use her to connect. My tongue dives inside his mouth as our pace quickens, as our thrusts meet inside her body and drive the three of us up a steep cliff.

Our kiss ends as we pant, as we both feel Glory tighten and twist around us.

“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper to them both.

“It doesn’t have to,” Ambrose says, and I see sincerity in the dark depths of his tormented soul.

I want to save him.

Like everyone else I’ve ever cared for in my life, I want to save him.

But saving him means reaching into my own darkness and ripping it to the surface. If that darkness comes out, it may never be put back again.

“I love you,” Glory says so quietly, I think I mishear her. Ambrose and I both look down at her, her eyes squeezed shut. “I love you both. Come with me, please.” Her mouth drops open as her body twists back, as her hips rock and encourage us to fuck her into oblivion.

I take Ambrose’s lead as he picks up a furious pace. We throttle her from both ends until she’s shaking and screaming, and finally, breaks apart around our cocks. Her orgasm is the catalyst for our mutual explosion. We moan and shout and loudly fuck through our climaxes until each of us are beyond spent. Then we collapse in perfect exhaustion.

I wrap my arm around Glory as she burrows into Ambrose’s chest, and he grabs hold of my hand. He grips me tight, as if he needs me just as much as he needs her.

And I know he does.

We rest for a while before we take a shower together and fuck again. Before long, Glory’s complaining about hunger and thirst, so we take to nourishing her.

She sits beside me at the kitchen table, wearing only her underwear and a flannel shirt she borrowed from Ambrose, which is far too big on her. She leans her head on my shoulder as we hold hands and I graze her knuckles with my thumb. Ambrose stands at the stove, making pancakes for us at midnight.

I watch as he flips the food in the frying pan, noting the subtle smile that touches his cheeks. He’s looked nothing but surly and angry from the moment we showed up here, but now he looks happy…almost happy.

There’s still a looming darkness there, but it no longer feels like his darkness. It feels like a darkness that haunts him—the same darkness that seems to haunt this house, this forest. It’s not some enchantment, though everything about him feels like black magic.

My face falls as I realize what truly plagues him.

My mother.

She has a hold on him.

She ordered him to kill us—not just her stepdaughter, but me, her son, her own damn flesh and blood.

Rage bubbles in my veins, heating my skin, and I squeeze Glory’s hand too tightly.

“Hey.” She lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me. “What’s wrong?”

Ambrose turns back to look at us.

I shake my head. “My mother. I just can’t believe she wants me dead.”

“It’s horrible,” Glory agrees. “But after we give her what she wants, we can all leave together. We’ll never have to think about her again.”

“You mean after we dig up his parents.” I jerk my chin toward Ambrose. “He gives her their skulls, thinking they belong to you and your father, and takes all your money.”

“I don’t care about the money,” she says. “I don’t need it anymore. Not if the three of us are together.”

“It’s not about the money, Glory. It’s the fact that she wants me dead so she can have it all to herself. Money that doesn’t even belong to her. Money that belonged to you when your father died.”

“Fuck her and fuck the money,” Ambrose says, bringing plates to the table and serving us. He places a bottle of Tolliver’s famous maple syrup on the center of the table—I fucking love that stuff, but suddenly, it makes me sick to look at it. “She’ll get her skulls, she’ll give me my cut, and the three of us will disappear. She’ll think you’re dead, and she’ll never bother us again.”

I let go of Glory and lean forward, resting my forearms on the table. “See, that’s where I think you’re wrong.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You said you know her, so you must know how she is. You can’t trust a word that comes out of her mouth. I wouldn’t trust what she does after you hand over the skulls. And what the fuck is she going to do with the skulls, anyway?” I toss my hands in the air before letting them fall to the table.

Ambrose looks away with a sigh. “I know. I know we can’t trust her completely. But it’s the only chance she’s ever given me to leave with the promise of a clean slate. And the cut of the inheritance she’s promised me will help me start over again in a new place—”

“That money will be tied up in legal for months. And that’s only after they decide to call off the search for us and declare us dead. How long do you think that will take?”

Glory looks at me and Ambrose narrows his eyes as understanding comes over him. “Fuck. Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.”

“I’m sure she was banking on that. She’s a manipulator, an abuser…She can’t fucking get away with this.”

“We don’t need money to run,” Glory adds. “We could just leave, disappear, go off-grid.”

“It’s nearly impossible to live off-grid these days,” I tell her.

“But we could try—”

“No.” I lean back, folding my arms over my chest. “No. There’s only one option here and I…” I hesitate. “There’s only one good option.”

Ambrose meets my eyes and I see my thoughts reflected back at me. He understands. “Do you really think you could live with yourself?” he asks quietly.

“What?” Glory asks.

I stare at Ambrose. “Can you live with yourself? After what you did to your parents?”

“Yes. They hurt me. They deserved it.”

“She wants us dead,” I say. “She wants to take my Glory’s money…money that she deserves for all the bullshit she’s been through. The abuse she’s suffered from her father, the bullshit of being in the public eye, criticized for every decision and mistake she’s ever made.” I pause and take a breath. “Yes, I could live with myself.”

“What are you talking about?” Glory’s forehead is wrinkled in confusion.

I turn to look at her, meeting her gaze squarely. “I’m talking about ending my mother’s life.”

“You’re…what?”

“If we end her, that’s it. She won’t have a hold over Ambrose. We won’t ever have to worry about her hunting us down. That will be it. She’ll be gone. We can leave and be free.”

“But you understand what being free means, don’t you?” Ambrose asks, pushing from his chair and pacing away. “You both will still have to live like you’re dead, unless you want to put Glory back in the spotlight for her father’s death. She’ll have to go to court, testify, fight for a self-defense claim. And what do you think will happen then? She might lose and go to jail. She might win and be free. But either way, it will open the door to more investigation. They’ll start digging into Maura’s disappearance, my connection with her, my connection with the two of you. We’ll go up in flames for killing her. The only way for you to be free of that would be to live like you’re dead, hide away from the world with me forever. I don’t know that either of you are ready for that kind of commitment.”

Glory looks at me, then back at Ambrose. “I am. I was only home the night my father died to get money for college, but I’d thought about it…I’d thought about taking that money and running away, hiding somewhere so he could never find me again. I don’t want to be found again.”

Walking toward the table again, Ambrose gives her a small smile, then turns to look at me. “And what about you? Are you prepared to give up your life for this?”

Glory turns sideways in her seat to face me, reaching to take my hands in hers. “I would never ask you to give up your life, Hux. You always wanted to go to law school. It was your dream.”

“It was never really my dream…it was hers.” I reach out to touch her cheek with my hand. “And you’re not asking me to give up my life. I’m willing to do it because I want you.” I glance at Ambrose. “Fuck, I want both of you. And as much as I want that…I want her dead.”